The Star in My Eye

Chapter Four

Game Rage

I brought my hands back down, and looked at my reflection in the bathroom mirror.  My image seemed to ring a bell, and after a couple seconds I was able to place who I looked like.

Ichabod Crane, from the Sleepy Hollow series.

"Hm.  Imagine that."  I opened the bathroom door and flicked the light switch off as I stepped into my bedroom, Lyra lazily thrown across my pillow.  She watched me from her upside-down perspective, and her brow cocked.

"You wear your hair in a second tail?  That's unusual for a guy."

I shrugged.

"Meh.  I don't really care.  Haven't really gotten around to cutting it, and it seems like a shame to just shave all this off.  So I just put it up to get it out of my way."

"It's called a pony tail here!" Zane called from the living room.

His sentence brought another of her brows up, and she blinked.

"And that's not creepy at all."

I scratched my damp scalp.

"Did dad leave for work when I was in the shower?"

"Yeah."

"Hm."

Could check FiMFiction, I might...  Oh my God, I need to write this stuff down.

As if reading my mind, Lyra rolled over and used those big shining eyes to watch me thoughtfully.

"So whatcha wanna do?"

I shrugged again.

"Dunno.  It's Saturday, so time moves like a friggin slug."

She chuckled and rolled onto her back again, staring at the ceiling as if it held the answers to all the mysteries of the universe.

"That much, giant monkey boy, is true."

"We could get in another argument with Zane and Bon Bon."

She sighed.

"I've been fighting with Bon Bon for the past couple weeks.  Pissing her off is getting old."

I laughed, and sank down on the bed next to her.

"Do you like it here?"

She shrugged and looked at me.

"It's okay.  Kinda boring, but okay."

"How is it boring?"

She laughed.

"How else do you explain boring?  There's not really anything to do, and I feel kinda lonely.  I mean, no offense, but I wish Derpy were here so that we could do all the stupid stuff we usually do together.  And then Whooves is kinda cool.  Or Big Mac!  He's like you, silent but still awesome."

I nodded.

"Makes sense."

If I were transported to Equestria, wouldn't I get lonely?

I blinked as the thought rolled around my head, snowballing an answer together.

No.  Hell, I'd probably be chasing somepony to be my marefriend after a couple days.

Okay, too big of a snowball.

"Brady, when can I go back home?"

A wave of guilt just plowed into me, and I sighed.

"I don't know, Lyra."

Her features darkened as a faint sound reached my ears, somewhat familiar but far fairer in volume.  Lyra looked down at her midriff.

"I'm hungry."

At my surprised expression, she grinned.

"What?  I'm a grazer, and Bon Bon ate most of the spinach earlier!"

I shook my head as I heard dad come in through the front door, and I offered Lyra my palm.  She refused, as I quickly came to realize that dad, more than likely, didn't have anything vegan in that Hardee's bag.  So, I left the room and got a couple of spinach leaves on a Tupperware lid, nodding a greeting and a thanks to dad when I returned to my room with my biscuit.  Lyra gasped as her eyes grazed over the spinach, and I set it down in front of her.  After a few minutes of silent eating, I finished my biscuit and laid back on my pillow.  Lyra watched me for a moment, that curious glint in her gaze.  Finally she spoke up.

"What does meat taste like?"

I blinked, unequipped for the question.

"Uh... meaty."

She choked on a shred of spinach, and stared at me.

"Well gee, that's helpful."

"What?  You can't explain it!" I exclaimed, my voice cracking.

She laughed, obviously enjoying my embarrassment.

"Why don't you come try to kill this guy?!" Zane intervened from the living room, shattering the humor.

I sighed.

"You want to?"

Lyra shrugged, standing and stretching on the fabric of my sheets.

"Sure."

We came into the living room, Lyra curled in the palm of my hand, to find Bon Bon laid on the arm of the couch watching the enemy's killstreak rise higher and higher.  I let Lyra onto the couch cushion and accepted the PlayStation controller from Zane.  I checked the minimap and found a player a block or two away, facing my direction.  I was about to dive into cover when a spray of red flew from my forehead, and Zane's character fell to the ground.

N1GHTM4R3_M00N picked you off.